Facing the Zhaoming Fire, Tong Biaohu shouted loudly, and his whole body was wrapped in golden scales.

"The sixth level of Jin Tang Art!" The witch clan shouted, extremely shocked, even more because he saw hope.

The Tong Family Jin Tang technique can be combined with natural magical powers to condense golden scales to wrap the body, making the defense more terrifying. Every time you increase the level, more golden scales can be condensed. When you reach the tenth level, golden scales can be spread all over your body and achieve an immortal golden body.

That is a truly immortal golden body. All the golden scales are naturally generated and turned into a part of their own body. No one in the Tong family has achieved it. However, if you want to use the temporary immortal golden body, you can do it at the sixth level of the Jintang Technique.

It activates the condensation of true energy, but such golden scales do not really grow. Once they are not good, they will naturally disappear, which is far inferior to the true immortal golden body.

However, being able to use this magical power is enough to prove that Tong Biaohu is so powerful that he actually brought the Jin Tang technique to the sixth level in the Xuanxian realm.

Zhaoming heard the decadent old man talk about some things about the Tong family and knew a lot, but he had not yet fully understood it. He was not very clear about how powerful Jin Tang's technique was.

But this is not a big deal. If Huo Xing loses to Jin Xing, wouldn’t it be a joke if he wants to be in the same realm without fear of anyone?

Since the opponent's defense is amazing, he no longer uses Sun Fist and directly deals with it with flames. He immediately condensed a ball of flame with his left and right hands. After he put it together, the two balls of flames were circling out like dragons and killed at the Tong Biaohu.

"Don't think that flames can do anything. The fire-action monk who died at my hands is not a little bit!" Tong Biaohu roared, not dodging or avoiding, as if a tiger rushed towards the flames.

Instead of waving his fists and feet, he hugged his hands, turned his body sideways, and hit the flames with his arms. The art of Jin Tang, copper skin and iron bones, and the power of the witch clan are extremely powerful. The impact is terrifying, and it directly smashes the pillar of Zhaoming's fire into pieces, and even kills Zhaoming himself with the power of a meteor chasing the moon.

"Okay, okay!" The large group of witch tribes immediately shouted loudly.

The Tong Biaohu is like its name, like a fierce tiger, and its combat style is similar. Simple and violent are exactly the way the witch tribe likes the most.

Seeing that the Tong Biaohu was rushing towards him like a meteor, Zhaoming slowly let himself pass by with the pear immortal step, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Tong Biaohu's combat power is indeed amazing, and his defense is terrible. Unfortunately, he cannot be immune to the flames in the end. Zhaoming's eyes are extraordinary. When he saw the impact, many golden scales on Tong Biaohu's body were burned by the flames, but its true energy is vigorous, and in the blink of an eye, it condenses its true energy to replenish it, making people feel as if it has no effect.

I'm still afraid of fire, that's enough!

Zhaoming's heart moved, and a fire appeared on his back, and two flame wings turned out, flapping gently. A large number of flames surged out of the flame wings like heavy rain. At the same time, it activated the flame technique and the flame pattern, which had been smashed before and the new flames were melted into a sea of ​​fire and surrounded Tong Biaohu.

"What can I do to me just flame?" Tong Biaohu shouted loudly, stepped on the golden light and killed Zhaoming.

The force was too strong, but the speed was not as fast as that. Zhaoming was not afraid of Tong Biaohu's fury attack at all. He stepped on the pear immortal step and flapped his flames at the same time to easily avoid the opponent's attack, and then poured more flames.

The flames are surging and domineering, and even the golden soup technique that the witch clan is proud of cannot resist. The golden scales are constantly melted by the flames, and the copper tiger can only continuously condense its true energy to make up for it.

"It's ridiculous that you only know how to avoid and want to turn the tide for the demon clan, it's ridiculous!" Tong Biaohu also discovered that something was wrong and spoke sarcastic, wanting Zhaoming to fight him.

If it were the general situation, how could Zhaoming refuse? It’s just that the current situation is different. Tong Biaohu has only one opponent, but his own opponent is five, or even more. He must preserve his strength as much as possible, and the most important thing is to survive.

The battle between the two became an alternative competition of true energy. The difference is that Tong Biaohu consumes a lot, while Zhaoming is at ease.

The flame wings were unexpectedly generated when crossing the Immortal Tribulation in Lushan that day. Not only can you greatly increase your speed, but you can also achieve twice the result with half the effort when using flames. Combined with the Flame Art and the Flame Path Pattern, the true qi in your body consumes extremely little.

"Tong Biaohu is afraid he will lose!" The tall, thin and pale witch clan said with a frown.

The red-haired witch clan sneered: "Ping Yueli said every day that he is not afraid of fire. I don't care about him. I'm going to suffer a loss this time!"

"He is afraid of the fire of this demon clan, but not necessarily your fire!" The witch clan, who had a strong body and a well-proportioned proportion, looked joking.

The red-haired witch clan immediately looked dark: "Meng Diao, what do you mean?"

"That's what it means!" The witch clan called Meng Diao shrugged casually, as if he didn't take the red-haired man to heart at all, but immediately said with a look of surprise: "It's weird, how did this demon clan change its tactics."

At this time, Zhaoming on the battlefield changed his previous guerrilla tactics and began to fight directly with Tong Biaohu.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The bombardment of true energy and energy continued, and the flames wrapped around golden light, as if flowers of vitality bloomed everywhere in the Colosseum. The two of them had a powerful and powerful qi, no less than the golden immortal. If the Colosseum had not been protected by strong forbidden protection, they might have been destroyed.

Facing the furnace body refining **, the copper tiger could not attack for a long time, and was constantly being scorched by flames, so it was already restless and almost crazy. Zhaoming was like a calm mind, neither too fast nor too slow.

It was a sure win, but suddenly changing the tactics was not because of his mind, but because he had to do so.

Winning the battle is one goal, and more importantly, to break through and attract heavenly tribulation, so that you can have the opportunity to escape from here. Although you blindly guerrillas before, although you can win, you have no changes to your situation.

The best way to improve your strength is to fight, but it is not only the battle itself, but also the pressure brought by the battle between life and death. In order to go further, Zhaoming can only avoid the strengths and make the weaknesses and fight in the way the opponent desires the most.

One punch and one punch, without reservation. Before the golden light spark, the two seemed to two ungrateful fools, attacking each other in the simplest and most violent way.

The golden scales are constantly burning down, and the recovery speed is getting slower and slower, and even incomplete parts have begun to appear. Attack and defense require a lot of true energy, and even if the Tong Biaohu is powerful, it is difficult to persist.

"Ah! Die for me!"

Tong Biaohu roared, but he no longer recovered his golden scales and mobilized all his strength to kill Zhaoming. If you will lose for a long battle, you will be better off fighting to the death.

Zhaoming remained silent. He also hoped for such an attack. He did not even use flames to resolve the opponent's attack. He directly activated the Sun Fist with ten successful powers to rush over.

The golden light condensed, like a huge protective cover wrapping the copper tiger all over the place, guiding the fist, rushing towards it like heaven and earth returning together.

In the fire, Zhaoming punched the opponent's fist directly.

"boom!"

Amid the huge explosion, flames gushed, and became even more violent, soaring into the sky and reflected on the restriction of the Colosseum, as if they were going to destroy the world.

Amid the roar, a painful cry of Tong Biaohu came. The golden light shattered instantly, like mercury pouring into the ground, pouring all around.

Amid the broken golden light and the surging flames, Zhaoming strode forward, and his fist continued to hit Tong Biaohu's chest.

"Bang!"

Sparks were everywhere, and the copper tiger spewed out a mouthful of blood, flew out like a meteor, hitting the ban on the Colosseum, and then falling like soft mud. A witch clan in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm flashed and took him into his hand.

Zhaoming did not pursue him, and he had already thought clearly that he could only win the battle here, but not kill anyone...

No one announced the result because the result was obvious. Although many witch clans were difficult to accept, they had to accept such a result: in just one hour, the five generations of the Tong family were defeated by the demon clan.

No one spoke, Zhaoming spoke by himself, stood tall and shouted loudly: "Next!"

His face of disdain made all the witch tribes angry, but he couldn't do anything. This was a battle made by the high priest and could not be easily destroyed.

Meng Huai stood up, his face was not very good, and he slowly said, "Fire is better than gold, it's nothing. Let you rest for a while before doing the second game."

"No need!" Zhao Ming refused flatly: "Don't clean up such a guy, there is no need to consume it. I just hope that the next one will not just warm up."

It’s not that he is arrogant, but that he cannot stop it. If he wants to escape, he must advance and urgently needs pressure. He clearly feels that his state has reached a critical point, and all he owes is a lasting kick.

Arrogant, all the witch tribes said were angry and scolded, but they lost too quickly in the first round to refute.

"Since that's the case, don't blame others if you die!"

With a sneer, a figure rushed into the Colosseum. It was the tall, thin and pale witch clan.

Looking at Zhaoming carrying his hands on his back, the witch clan said calmly: "I am Bai Ming of the Bai family. Don't die and I don't know who killed you."

"Haha!" Zhaoming laughed: "That guy said the same thing just now, but unfortunately he persisted for less than an hour."

He looked up again and said loudly: "Remember clearly, I am Zhaoming of the demon clan. As long as I don't die, one day I will destroy your witch clan bloodline and cut off your witch clan inheritance."

He was arrogant, but he was secretly careful in his heart. The Bai family is also one of the twelve surnames of the Witch Clan. The old man said something, but it was not very detailed. He only knew that the ** was a spinal technique, which made people unable to defend against.

To be stressed does not mean to die. If you don’t know much about this opponent, Zhaoming is naturally cautious.

"As a prisoner, I still say such things, and I really don't know what the meaning of seeking death!"

Bai Ming sneered, flashed his body and came to Zhaoming.

An extremely ordinary punch, without entraining a majestic momentum, constrained all the power into the fist, making Zhaoming feel extremely powerful attack power.

However, this was not enough to defeat himself, so Zhaoming also activated a Sun Fist to face it.

The two fists are stamped together, constantly impacting the other party with true energy.
Chapter completed!